Killer in Training <Mark Hoffman X Reader Saw Fanfiction>

Fatal Five

You were exhausted, it was almost morning by the time you finished gathering the fatal five and clipping them into their first trap. They all laid unconscious with the collars around their necks, you let out out a heavy breath and walk out of the first room setting up the timers and bombs throughout the other rooms then programming the doors. As you make your way out of the final room to the storage/control room you flick on the cameras and sit down at the desk with the monitors showing the entirety of the game. You rub your eyes and lay back into the chair drifting in and out of sleep, when you finally give in and it all goes black.

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"Y/N?" A soft voice trickles into the room, "Y/N, wake up" you feel someone tapping and shaking your shoulder softy. You are startled and jerk up to see Mark.

"Mark I-" you rubbed your eyes and sat up "I'm sorry I had to work solo last night I was so beat" you blushed

"You did great." He kissed your head "I've got Strahm cornered, it's best you clear out of here. I have his phone" he placed it on the desk beside you.

"Mark." You sighed "we need to talk about this, We can stop this all right now." You looked at him, he had a confused look on his face. "I think after this game we can walk away." You smiled holding his hand. He held your hand tight.

"I'll consider it, but John's work is far from being over" he let go of your hand "John left Jill something in his will, it's the last game. I'm headed over to retrieve it tomorrow after Strahm is set up, I can't risk getting caught."

"Mark, I talked to the doctor and Jill. They told me things that made me rethink this." You sighed "I love you but I can't keep killing, I want you to stop." A tear started to stream down your cheek.

"We're not killing anybody, you know this. They make the choice." He scoffs "don't let Jill get into your head she never wanted to be involved."

"I know you've rigged traps, I know you've been reported for brutality, killing Seth Baxter was justified I know you loved your sister very much but-" he cut you off.

"You don't know anything about my sister. He shouted pointing his finger at you" he grew bright red "he was a monster, he didn't deserve a chance. You do what you have to do in this world or you end up dead."

"Mark I didn't mean-" he cut you off again.

"You had no problem with the games when John was here, you followed him and I around like a lost puppy, and now it's too much for you" he scoffed

"John didn't Kill, John gave them a chance." Tears flowing down your face "I thought you would play fair and your past was your past, but I can't do this anymore." You stood up wiping your tears

"So that's it then?" His voice cracked "you don't know how much I love you and how much I put on the line for you."

"It's over." You said quietly before turning around and waking out. You turned back to mark looking stunned but you kept going.

You walked out of the building with your arms crossed, occasionally wiping away your tears. You get into the car and just stare blankly at the wheel, you had hoped Mark would have chosen you over the games, you were sorely mistaken. Your heart feels like it shattered into a million pieces, you start the car and instead of going home you decide to make a stop at Jill's clinic. You pull up and wait a moment before entering, you see she had just arrived so you followed her in. You walk in and she makes eye contact, she motions you to head to her office.

"I didn't think I'd see you again." She smiled "what's brought you by."

"I ended things with Mark, I told him I was done with the games hoping he would agree John's work was complete." You looked away, wiping away more tears. "But he had other ideas, and I want the envelopes John left you. I don't want them in his hands." You said sternly.

"Alright I'll bite." She smirked heading over to the filing cabinet and handing you 5 envelopes. "If Hoffman comes looking for them I'm not covering for you, I'm out."

"I understand, thanks Jill. I guess this is goodbye." You turned away and headed out, feeling uneasy about your eventual confrontation with Mark, but that's a worry for another day.

You head out and the cold air hits your face, you hold your arms and run to the car. You quickly stash the envelopes in the glove compartment and lock it before driving off. Your drive is short as you pull up to your house, you begin feeling thoughts of loneliness knowing you'll be going to bed without Mark and waking up alone. You walk up the walkway and grab your keys to unlock the door, you struggle with them for a moment. Just as you picked the right key you feel a cold feeling on the back of your head. You quickly realize a gun is being held to your head.

"Drop it." A voice rings behind you. You drop your keys and bag and slowly put your hands up, beginning to gasp for breath. You slowly turn your head towards the voice, your eyes widen at the sight of the man holding the gun to you.

"A-agent Strahm" you stuttered and gulped; this is not good.